In danger, he traveled through time to save her, and the black-bellied prince doted on her

Mu Jinan took it. She only drank cold wine. She took a sip and found it had a rich and refreshing taste with a sweet aftertaste.

"Osmanthus wine? Where did you buy it?"

Shuo Fengyue filled another lamp for her and said respectfully with his head lowered, "I exchanged this from the tribe. Does Your Highness like it?"

Mu Jinan drank it all in one gulp and was stunned. She had only casually mentioned osmanthus wine during dinner last night, but she didn't expect that he actually remembered it. She asked again:

"What did you exchange it for? This princess hasn't given you salary yet."

Shuo Fengyue took her wine cup, refilled it for her, and whispered softly:

"I promised to herd the sheep for him for one day."

Mu Jinan couldn't help laughing: "Ahaha, herding sheep"

She covered her lips, thinking of the dead soldiers herding sheep for others. She didn't dare to think about the scene, so she drank a few more glasses.

"Then when you herd sheep, I will go with you."

Shuo Fengyue, wearing a mask, nodded and pushed the book on the desk away. The young man's unrestrained voice came:

"Okay, what about the two horses that Yelu Chang sent?"

Mu Jinan rested his chin on the desk, pouted his lips, smiled and said:

"A wild horse is hard to tame. One day, I will tame that horse."

The moon was still filling her face. The girl's cheeks were slightly flushed, and her head was shaking with the aroma of osmanthus wine.

The fire was burning behind her. She drank a few glasses of wine and felt a little hot. She waved her hand and refused:

"No, I can't drink anymore, I'm drunk"

Shuo Fengyue filled another cup of wine and handed it to her lips. She bit the cup with a charming look in her eyes. The wine was quite strong. Shuo Fengyue held the back of her neck with one hand and fed her the wine.

She felt dizzy and her head was heavy. She wanted to stand up, but he gently pulled her dress. Shuo Fengyue poured another glass of wine and fed it to her lips:

"Your Highness, if you are drunk, you can sleep peacefully earlier. I will be watching over you."

A few drops of wine stained her cheeks. The shy girl's bright eyes were drunk. His voice was particularly soft, like a clear spring blowing through people's hearts:

"Princess, why don't you use the military token left to you by King Liang to command an army of 100,000 and proclaim yourself emperor in Chang'an? Do you want to avoid war, or do you have other plans?"

Mu Jinan was supported by him, squinting his eyes and muttering:

"can not say"

Shuo Fengyue pinched her lips and fed her another glass of wine. A low and hoarse voice came out:

"Where did you send the other 45,000 Flame Killing Army?"

Mu Jinan swallowed the wine with a few gulps. The girl's delicate voice came, her thick eyelashes brushed across her eyelids, and she waved her hand and said:

"can not say"

Shuo Fengyue poured another glass of wine, pinched her lips open, fed her the wine, and said in a seductive voice:

"Do you trust Zezhou Yunchi?"

Mu Jinan's body softened, and he fell on his legs, falling into a deep sleep.

Shuo Fengyue put the pot of wine farther away and held her sideways. He felt that her body was delicate and her skin exuded fragrance.

He took off her shoes and boots, covered her with a quilt, extinguished the candle, and walked out of the tent with light steps.

On the couch, in the dark night, I could vaguely see her dark pupils, with shock in them:

"Could it be that a spy has infiltrated?"

Shuo Fengyue leaned against the king's tent, holding the sword in his arms, looking up at the starry sky. A hint of ruthlessness appeared in the young man's bright eyes. He tapped the scabbard with his fingertips and sneered:

"Humph"

...

The cold wind whistled past, and today seemed colder than the previous few days. Endless green came into view, the water gurgled, eagles occasionally flew by, and in the distance a pure white fox was running on the grassland.

Shuo Fengyue was leading the snow-white iron-hoofed horse and saw a girl in red from afar. The breeze blew the bells in her black hair, making pleasant sounds, and her corset outlined her figure perfectly.

Li Yuanyang, who was behind, trotted over, Xiao Yan followed behind him. Li Yuanyang was very proud and shouted:

"Princess, you have to ride this horse today. Chief Yelu has good taste and chose the best one."

Mu Jinan's eyes showed a hint of smile. There was really no impenetrable wall on this grassland. She took the reins handed to her by Shuo Fengyue, looked into the horse's eyes, and gently stroked the horse's head.

She led the horse for a few laps, then stood high on the fence, looking straight at the horse, asking the horse to recognize her as its owner as soon as possible.

Li Yuanyang knew that this was a very difficult horse to tame, and Yelu Chang had once told Mu Jinan that he could only ride the horse after it had been tamed by a horse trainer.

Li Yuanyang still wanted to keep her useful, and didn't want the horse to hurt her and affect his plan, so he tried to stop her:

"Princess, if you want to ride a horse, I will give you my mount. It is a Ferghana horse that can travel a thousand miles a day. It is worthy of the princess."

Mu Jinan touched the horse's head, and lifted Li Yuanyang's chin with his slender white fingers. Looking at his handsome appearance, he said jokingly:

"King Xi, you have learned Chinese very well. If I were slower, I wouldn't have heard you insulting this princess."

A smile flashed across Li Yuanyang's lips, she was finally willing to get close to him as her husband, and he wanted her to get closer, leaning her chin forward, not knowing who was the prey.

Just as his hand was about to touch her wrist, Mu Jinan waved his hand and deliberately hit him in the eyes, and immediately apologized:

"King Xi, you'd better stay away. Be careful that the horse doesn't step on you."

She jumped onto the horse, and the horse seemed frightened. Why didn't Yelu Chang send a tamed horse? Wasn't it just to see whether Mu Jinan was brave or cowardly?

The iron-hoofed horse raised its front hooves into the air and neighed. Shuo Fengyue clenched his fists and stared at Mu Jinan closely.

She deliberately pulled the reins hard, and the horse reacted even more violently, neighing continuously.

Many tribesmen on the grassland heard the sound and walked out of their tents and came over here. They looked at her slender figure and wondered how she could tame such a wild horse.

More and more people gathered around and talked about it:

"This horse is so fierce. I wonder if the princess can tame it."

"I don't know. I just want the cattle and sheep to come back."

"She is just a princess. The king will conquer her sooner or later."

...

The sound of the wind was neither fast nor slow, just reaching her ears. Hearing the neighing of horses attracting more people, she looked back and smiled.

There was a chill on Mu Jinan's delicate cheeks, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

She pulled the reins, held the saddle, and pedaled hard, and when the horse's hooves were in the air, she changed her center of gravity so that the horse felt light on its back.

When the horse's hooves hit the ground, she whipped the horse's body with the whip. The iron-hoofed horse kept spinning on the spot, neighing and screaming, and it seemed that the horse was about to fall to the ground.

Shuo Fengyue rushed forward and shouted worriedly:

"your Highness"

Even though the noise was loud, she could hear his anxiety. She wondered in her heart, if he was a spy, why would he subconsciously care about her?

Mu Jinan jumped up and landed lightly on the grass. Seeing that she was fine, he retracted his outstretched hand and took a step back.

Li Yuanyang's deep eyes were full of sarcasm. He put one hand on his waist and waited to see her cry. He couldn't even tame this wild horse, let alone a delicate girl who grew up in the boudoir.

He had an expression of watching a show, but was also worried that she would fall to her death, and he still wanted to use her to complete his grand plan.